Island Kisses: A Billionaire Love Story (The Kisses Series Book 9) by Krista Lakes Page A

spreading across his face. “Let me show you how it’s done. I can teach you so much.”
    Oh please do, almighty bowler. Grace me with your skills, awe me with your God-given talent, I thought.
    This was going to be the easiest blog post I’d ever written. I watched Dave stroll up the lane. He held his bowling ball up to his lips and gently kissed it, before doing his roll. The ball hit the lane and spun, giving it the perfect arch at cruised down toward the pins. It hit perfectly and exploded into his first strike of the game. He turned around, nodding his head and smiling as he walked and sat down next to me.
    “Just like that,” he said. “That’s all you have to do.”
    “That easy, huh?” I said. I smiled and batted my eyelashes a little to flirt. “I have this feeling that you’re going to win this game.”
    “Most likely,” he responded without even a pause. Arrogance rippled off him in waves.
    Wow. I thought to myself. What a charmer.
    I glanced up at the bowling lights. We still had nine more frames of torture. I wanted to just thank him and see if I could return my shoes and still get my money back, but I couldn’t just leave. This was the best fodder for my website that I had had in a while. This date was like a payday for me and I needed it. So I got up and rolled another ball. This one made it almost all the way down the lane before it sunk in the gutter. I felt like I was getting better.
    Dave hopped up and of course rolled another strike right after me. He was just beginning a celebratory dance when my phone vibrated in the front pocket of my jeans.
    Thank God. Maybe my house is on fire and I can go home, I thought.
    Any excuse to look at my phone was welcomed. I thought for sure it would be Cora or my sister, so I was surprised to see an unknown number. I normally didn’t answer calls like that, but this was an exception. Dave walked up to give me a high five right as I answered the call.
    “Sorry, this is for work,” I told Dave before putting the phone up to my ear. “Hello?”
    “Is this Harper?” A man’s voice asked.
    “Yes, this is she,” I replied.
    Dave stood in front of me with his arms cross. He whispered, “We’re on a date. You should get off the phone.”
    I held up my hand and smiled. I did just say it was for work. We couldn't all be professional bowlers.
    “Hi. It’s Gabe, from last night.” The voice filled with an obvious smile on the other side of the line.
    “Gabe?” My heart flop flopped to the sound of his voice. I was a little surprised to hear from him. I didn’t expect him to defy the three-day rule for calling me. It had hardly been twenty-four hours since I had seen him last. “Hi.”
    “It’s kind of loud where you are,” he said. “I can’t hear you very well.”
    “I’m sorry, I’m at a bowling alley,” I explained. I took a step away from the lanes and up onto a carpeted area where it was marginally quieter. “How are you? I’m actually glad you called.”
    “I’m doing well, I just wanted to touch base and see if you were free this weekend. I got an extra ticket for a certain game of a certain team, and I thought that you might like to come with me.”
    “You have tickets t\o the Blue Jays?” I squealed, as my eyes lit up with excitement.
    Dave was still standing in front of me, looking totally annoyed, but I didn’t care. I had just received some pretty amazing news. If a bowling strike was worthy of a celebratory dance, this was worthy of a whole dance party.
    “Yep, I’ve got two tickets and I’d love it if you could join me,” Gabe said. “If not, I understand. It’s pretty short notice.”
    “Are you kidding me? Count me in! I’m not going to miss the chance to see my team play at home,” I exclaimed. “That doesn’t come around very often for me.”
    “Good,” he said. “The game is at six. I am unfortunately in meetings until about five, but I can come to pick you up right after.”
    “I don’t want you to